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Imagining Defeat

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She woke me up at dawn,
her suitcase like a little brown dog at her heels.

I sat up and looked out the window
at the snow falling in the stand of blackjack trees.

A bus ticket in her hand.

Then she brought something black up to her mouth,
a plum I thought, but it was an asthma inhaler.

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Dr Antony Theodore 24 July 2020

Then she brought something black up to her mouth, a plum I thought, but it was an asthma inhaler. I reached under the bed for my menthols and she asked if I ever thought of cancer. asthma inhaler...... very fine poem. tony

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Ryan Freeley 04 March 2007

this is one of my favorite poems

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